Like this:

There she was standingAlone under the bridgeShe was crying maybeBut I wasn’t sureI wanted to go and Ask her if she was alrightBut I didn’t want to scare herBecause it was a dark nightSo I stood there for sometime, Silently observing herFrom a safe distanceShe wiped her face with her sleeveAnd she started walking towards meI quickly hid behind the treeAnd she passed besides me not knowing I was thereHer scent lingered for a while after she had passedAnd I stood there Maybe for an hour or for the whole nightWondering what was it that made her cry.